Daytime

A howling church bell
pierces the silence of a desolate street
where tangled weeds grow
through the cracks in the concrete
skittering crisp packets and swirling leaves
a carrier bag soars skyward, in a eager breeze
a punctured football and shattered glass
a worn out wooden fence and parched grass
a substance injected and a heart beating faster
uncontrollable shrieks of wild maniacal laughter
a pale sun rises and through murky windows it will splatter
into rooms of stained carpets and crumbling plaster
a pallid face with hair bedraggled and your the focus of its gaze
daytime T.V, Cigarettes and eyes forlorn and glazed
a alcoholics mind so blurred
been caught with his hand in her purse again
hunched upon a wet bench forsaken and listless
swigging away the shame
tired eyes scour for glints of silver upon a dirty pavement
a petrol can, a park on fire and a warped sense of entertainment
a lonely child looks out the window upon a concrete plain
holds a picture of his father high longing to see him again

Reviews

[NA]

Such a hauntingly sombre read...so very well penned :) x

[Kristin Lee]

This has such a clean flow to it, filled with such sorrow and pain. Very well written. Excellent imagery.

[Leslie Philibert]

An excellent write, full of strong, sad, desolate imagery, reminds me of parts of London I remember from my childhood..great poem.

[Mark]

Poignant and sad. I'm reminded a little of the novel Dhalgren in that it's details paint a picture of stark helplessness and apathy. Very well done, there is one typo however. you wrote your instead of you're ;P

[Jack...]

Sometimes the morning sun is not the welcome sight it is told to be, sometimes the darkness remains in the light of day. Very cool, this was well done and sparked many thoughts in me.

[John Alexander McFadyen]

This is simply a beautiful poem. It has deep sadness and reminds me of the East End of Glasgow where I was brought up. The futility and pain it causes is raw and so well expressed and observed in this excellent write.